Hey folks!

I just wanted to share (and digitally celebrate) with those who will understand this monumentous occasion.

For over 3 months I've been (often) 1 pound away from an official 45lb loss. I've tweaked and tried and regrouped and binged and completely started over once. There have been some really challenging times (and some easy goes). But this morning the scale finally gave way and I was at a solid 45lb loss.

When I told the Beast however, it was rather anti-climactic. Don't get me wrong. He was happy for me in that weird kind of I-know-this-is-a-big-deal-to-you kinda way. But I don't think anyone can understand the countless hours of talking yourself out of the binges, the self talk and motivation you do to eat your chosen meal while others are eating ice cream and whatever, and the strength it can take sometimes to pick yourself up and recommit. I don't think they can really understand the victory unless they've also faught the war, like you guys.

So. there it is!!! I did it. I did it. I did it. I know it's only one pound and it's only a number but what a relief.

45 down, 30 to go. and none too soon!